Dope House Family

Razaville, Texas, Houston to McAllen

Deep in San Anto, screw Richy Valens

Rollin' through Dallas, Boritos and Corpus

Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin

Texas-made Mexicans, north of the border

Land of the free, smokin' weed with my gordo

Motherfuckers laid back in yo' Cadillac

Let me jump in this shit like back to back

Stay real for life, roll down south

For the wreck-shop, for the hometown crowd

My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican

Flowin' through your veins like medicine

Wanna be down on the H Town?

Real ballers fight for the rebound

B town to motherfuckin' G town

Creep around, everybody G'd out

Can't see how you can dog me out

Make me out, take me out

Deep south, my hood got more slack

Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horseback

Top that, the Mexicans all that

Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat

Hoe ass ****, there ain't nothin' worse

They do it for panurch but I do it for the purse

And I'm still on a search, sometime I go to church

Seven-deuce, old school Cadillac with the skirts

And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the floor

'Cause a Mexican like myself is out for some dough

But ya already know if you got big pelotas

Anybody now a days might be the chotas

And young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police

And I'l beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece

If they ever get to snitchin', yellin' tellin' and singin'

I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gon' be ringin'

I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though

It's real talk, real breath, make it clear ho

Throw your hood up

All my G's represent

Turn up your deck

Dope House clique came to wreck

Money and power, glass on the Prowler

Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it

Killer of the hill-a, crawl like caterpillar

Pour a four-four up in my grapes that's for real-a

This for my gangstas, .45 stainless

Throw yo set up, let me see your sign language

Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop

Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off

Rollin' with my comrades

Buddy and we all blast

Everybody bought 'Lacs

Everybody got stacks

Some of us puff Black's, some Newport

Tap, tap, too short

Even chop New York

IF it ain't screwed up I don't wanna hear it

Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup

In the pen agina, Hillwood represent-a

Home of the rock inside a broken antenna, motherfucker

I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs

Anybody plays about it my lady has sounds

Homie from the North side and I'm all about mine

Money, paper, chasin', stack it up, I gotta count mine

'Cause I

Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone

Mama snortin' coke to the dome but hold the phone

She left Coast alone, I'm slowly grown

And learned how to hold the chrome

My hope is gone, fuck bein' broke, c'mon

I'm finna take you to the spot where the homies roam

We surely don't take no shit from nobody

So don't trip on nobody

Get a clip in your body, uh

This the gut of the ghetto, cathartisism is in prison

We been with our religion where I'm livin'

We been a victim, see we ain't jus suspects here

We livin' proof that there ain't been no justice here

My hood

Throw your hood up

All my G's represent

Turn up your deck

Dope House clique came to wreck

Came to wreck it huh

Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane?

Nah, Superman arrived here to save the damn day

Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off medicine

Johnny pay checks, slash player made Mexican

There's my introduction, now let me start stuntin'

Blue and yellow diamonds on my teeth, baby, I'm bubblin'

Up like crack, luck strike back

Wreckin' all these mics, got my money on stack

Hold up, come dust me off, pass me the weed aight

Now mix me up some zip but baby, don't put too much Sprite

I'm a tip stacker, swing a big 'Lac-a

Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma

Addicted to Henny and that strip club shit

Tell 'em hoes off the jump, I'ma pimp you dumb bitch

Send to wreck and get a check, turned up your deck

This dope, we iced up and priced up

And crawlin' in Benzos

7/24, I be stackin' them digits

'Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it

Makin' my paper independent, got seven years in it

Dope House, platinum eyes, ****, that's what we finish

Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean

****, whenever you needed a puff,  oh now holla at me

Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' these verses

I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it

And I be hurtin' 'em when I pull up in a big body

They be followin' me, stalkin' like the paparazzi

So fuck the haters, they just mad they can't shine like me

I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens

And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease

Quick to get it, poppin' like water in hot grease

And it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old shit

'Nother day, 'nother dollar, another case to catch

Throw your hood up

All my G's represent

Turn up your deck

Dope House clique came to wreck

Philly to South Park, met him at Hillwood

Graduate '88, H-town, we still hood

Remember me in the hustle town?

II let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down

If you's a Jane user, throw your hands in the air

On this track SPM is the producer

Without laws, standin' on the roof

Drop the flows in the booth and drop the top on the coupe

Ain't no stoppin' the dude, my team makin' currency

Got 'em screamin' Dope House up in Germany

Rashid, number one soldado

Puffin' on a avocado with my foot up on the throttle

And a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the low-low

Solo, fo' sho', homies gettin' more dough

Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like block

Throw your hood up, throw your hood up

Let it drop

A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab man

Cousin man, there's nothin' but supreme in my gas tank

Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight

Grindin', shinin', blindin' like a spotlight

Swingin' on them cops like Cuttie, that's grimy

Yeah, they might want us but they won't get behind me

Now I'm doin' 90, all gas no breaks

Fuckin' with your boy, get your punk ass ho face

Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick

****, beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit

Most the time we loadin' clips

Otherwise we holdin' chips

Hittin' scores, kicked doors, pimpin' whores, rollin' whips

So we dip, skunk, and we slide to them Screw tapes

Pistol on the waist line, money in the suitcase

Drop it in a cool place, everything's gravity

This is for the streets 'cause my hood is my family

Throw your hood up

All my G's represent

Turn up your deck

Dope House clique came to wreck

You can call me Mr. Break-a-brick, take a trip

Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, man, and make it flip

I'm a interstate veteran, pedal to the max

I see the federal for my stash, my Beretta on my lap

I'ma street hustler, twenty-thousand miles jus this summer

Ever since the first day of June, I been on a come up

Got that boomerang glow once I throw it in the pot

Is comin' right back, I promise dog, I'm blowin' up the spot

Listen, is only me, I got a million dollar corner

Feds tap my house phone and it's still outta order

I'm the son of a preacher man, mama knows I'm thuggin'

And I should'a been a chef the way I cook, crack on your oven mitts

Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle though

Even though I stayed broke, didn't wanna struggle so

Buy half an eight ball, hit the block runnin'

Thought the world was mine till I saw the cops comin'

And it's too late

My homie died and the cops called it drug related

I was standin' right there when his mother fainted

And I felt trapped 'cause I know I gotta choose fate

I grabbed my Nina and made that bitch lose weight

Since '88 with a nick' in my tube socks

I been a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk

I'm from a place that they call Honduras

Nothin' fake about my life except my car insurance

Bulletproof vest, my jefe sense stress

Nothin' positive about me except my piss test

I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs

While other kid was at McDonald's gettin' twenty nuggets

And I'm known all across the ghettos

Boy you think the fuckin' law so no pawn my huevos

My chrome spits and I know to chase ho cliques

Now they at the club, dancin' with the glow sticks

Throw your hood up

All my G's rep

I ain't gon' lie, Dope House till I die

With my **** in the studio, chillin', gettin' high

Rollin' up sweets, breakin' these beats

Sippin' on skurr that slurs my speech

Comin' out the H where they bake cakes

I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your mama makes

I need a little space, Texas is the place

Ya tu sabes, homies, I'ma represent my race

Move to the scene, but not to the game

Blowin' purple skunk and it's fuckin' with my brain

Tryna stack change up to the ceilin'

Lookin' out the window, another neighborhood killin'

When will they chill? I don't really know

Keepin' my mind on a six-double-o

Rims drippin' chrome and Benz drippin' paint

Just can't stop like a car with no brakes

Okay?